Ah, memories
Aug. 19th, 2008 08:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyIn honor of the Widget's first day of first grade, I shall share all of my first grade memories.
Ready?
Good, because I've got three. That's right, three.
1) There was a boy in my class who would stomp on my foot everytime we had to stand in line. I couldn't move because it was alphabetical and reporting it to the teacher didn't do any good because...
2) My first grade teacher was absent so much I only remember her name because my mother mentions it occasionally. Said teacher was taking a lot of classes or workshops and I think she was the teacher who was also pregnant. So we had an endless sea of subs, except for one, whom I mostly remember because at six I was amazed by how large her boobs were. Huge, man. Huge. Anyway, I think she's the one who finally convinced the boy to stop stomping on my feet. Maybe not. Mom finally got someone to pay attention because he finally stomped so frequently that my poor widdle toes were bleeding. Yay, public schools!
3) While watching ETV or something similar, I got my first bloody nose at school. It was not pretty and I tried to hide it for some reason and it was just... a mess. I looked like someone had beaten me up.
Your turn!
Moving along, but only slightly, for the entire summer we've had this school supply list that's just insane. Technically, we've had it. Thing is, no one found it until my brother finally registered the kid again and they gave him another, which Mumsy promptly realized she'd had. All. Summer. In her dresser because it had been in the packet given to Jackie at graduation. She and Sean fought over that for the first month or so of summer vacation, and then... it got lost in the wilds of Mumsy's room, I guess.
Anyway, yesterday [Monday] they had the class assignments or something, so you could find out which teacher your kid would be bugging all year long. Only you couldn't pick up this information until 4-6 in the afternoon. Then you figure you feed your kid dinner, you bathe them, send them to bed, and pray they actually fall asleep, with possibly a little last minute school prep thrown in for good measure. Then you remember that blasted book, go crack it open, and realize that the teacher's list is different than the school list in enough ways that your head explodes. For example, mere minutes after Mom opened the safety scissors and had me put his name on them, she flipped to the supply list and realized the school said one thing and she wanted another.
*sigh* Which, I admit, is annoying. But after awhile she was just looking for things to nitpick.
Me, I'm busy plotting how to best blow my money on Halloween books for the Widge.
And the Widget is off and I spent a gazillion, or at least what feels like a gazillion, ribbons on assorted shtuff for my pupe. The good thing about having very little clue as to what anything is worth is that I'm easily tickled by whatever shiny thing that I find. The bad news is that when I'm enamored of something, I have no idea if I should hold out for a better price or if that IS the better price.
I'd forgotten much of what happened in the Angel finale, what with time and some of it I just plain didn't want to recall [Oh, Lorne...], but time has been mostly kind to the finale. For me, anyway. And so, we use this icon for no reason other than it's from said finale. I miss you, good TV. I realized earlier this morning [about 4am] that I had no clue when anything other than Gossip Girl and 90210 start, and I only know the latter because you can't escape it. Also, they idiot proofed it. 9.02. You have to wonder if they pushed for production so they could use that air date.
Today, Gossip Girl on DVD. Also, my memory card reader on Kid Sister finally works. Hurray!
Ready?
Good, because I've got three. That's right, three.
1) There was a boy in my class who would stomp on my foot everytime we had to stand in line. I couldn't move because it was alphabetical and reporting it to the teacher didn't do any good because...
2) My first grade teacher was absent so much I only remember her name because my mother mentions it occasionally. Said teacher was taking a lot of classes or workshops and I think she was the teacher who was also pregnant. So we had an endless sea of subs, except for one, whom I mostly remember because at six I was amazed by how large her boobs were. Huge, man. Huge. Anyway, I think she's the one who finally convinced the boy to stop stomping on my feet. Maybe not. Mom finally got someone to pay attention because he finally stomped so frequently that my poor widdle toes were bleeding. Yay, public schools!
3) While watching ETV or something similar, I got my first bloody nose at school. It was not pretty and I tried to hide it for some reason and it was just... a mess. I looked like someone had beaten me up.
Your turn!
Moving along, but only slightly, for the entire summer we've had this school supply list that's just insane. Technically, we've had it. Thing is, no one found it until my brother finally registered the kid again and they gave him another, which Mumsy promptly realized she'd had. All. Summer. In her dresser because it had been in the packet given to Jackie at graduation. She and Sean fought over that for the first month or so of summer vacation, and then... it got lost in the wilds of Mumsy's room, I guess.
Anyway, yesterday [Monday] they had the class assignments or something, so you could find out which teacher your kid would be bugging all year long. Only you couldn't pick up this information until 4-6 in the afternoon. Then you figure you feed your kid dinner, you bathe them, send them to bed, and pray they actually fall asleep, with possibly a little last minute school prep thrown in for good measure. Then you remember that blasted book, go crack it open, and realize that the teacher's list is different than the school list in enough ways that your head explodes. For example, mere minutes after Mom opened the safety scissors and had me put his name on them, she flipped to the supply list and realized the school said one thing and she wanted another.
*sigh* Which, I admit, is annoying. But after awhile she was just looking for things to nitpick.
Me, I'm busy plotting how to best blow my money on Halloween books for the Widge.
And the Widget is off and I spent a gazillion, or at least what feels like a gazillion, ribbons on assorted shtuff for my pupe. The good thing about having very little clue as to what anything is worth is that I'm easily tickled by whatever shiny thing that I find. The bad news is that when I'm enamored of something, I have no idea if I should hold out for a better price or if that IS the better price.
I'd forgotten much of what happened in the Angel finale, what with time and some of it I just plain didn't want to recall [Oh, Lorne...], but time has been mostly kind to the finale. For me, anyway. And so, we use this icon for no reason other than it's from said finale. I miss you, good TV. I realized earlier this morning [about 4am] that I had no clue when anything other than Gossip Girl and 90210 start, and I only know the latter because you can't escape it. Also, they idiot proofed it. 9.02. You have to wonder if they pushed for production so they could use that air date.
Today, Gossip Girl on DVD. Also, my memory card reader on Kid Sister finally works. Hurray!
